It doesn't matter what the lord is.

She recalled the first time she took over the Abyss Church. Facing the huge Kungu Will that filled her entire field of vision, she trembled as she reported the losses of each operation. Countless lives died for the church, but she did not receive even a word of praise, but only the cold voice of Kungu Will:

"The Lord doesn't care."

Now, it was her turn to sit on the throne, watching those incompetent humans struggling desperately. There was no pity in her eyes, only calmness.

She doesn't care.

51. The Upper Three Clans

Mr. Tingchao held the sword and took a heavy step slowly and firmly.

Everyone has their own unique aura. Some are as ferocious as a tiger, some are as cunning as a fox, some are as resolute as an eagle, and some are as vicious as a sword. The aura is the manifestation of each person's personality. As for the strength of the aura, it depends on experience and experience. However, in Mr. Tingchao's eyes, Meijiu has no aura. She is like a blank sheet of paper, and also like a collection of evil thoughts wrapped in the blank sheet of paper.

The sword in Mr. Tingchao's hand trembled slightly, making a sharp buzzing sound, as if telling of the danger in Meijiu's body. If we rely purely on the five senses of humans, we will not be able to detect any problems at all. The half-human, half-spider appearance on Meijiu actually looks extremely holy. Even the works of the most famous sculptors in the temple who have spent their entire lives on them seem vulgar compared to her.

But Mr. Tingchao was not afraid. At this moment, he was at the highest peak of his realm, and there seemed to be a vast ocean in his heart.

The emotional fluctuations brought about by this danger were absorbed by the boundless sea, and reflected on Tingchao's face, leaving only a calm and cold murderous intent.

The moment he stepped on the ground, the air, which was already difficult to breathe, became even heavier. It was as if a huge hand pressed down between heaven and earth, trying to wipe out everything in the world. The strong wind messed up Meijiu's long hair, and an inexplicable smile appeared on her flawless face like a girl. She stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to wrestle with the power of heaven and earth, and the sword energy that swept the world actually stopped for a moment when she raised her hand.

The two invisible but real forces suddenly collided with each other. It was difficult to tell which was stronger in a short period of time, but the aftermath spread outward layer by layer, one wave higher than the other, sweeping away everything that remained on this land. Dark clouds began to accumulate, and the lightning in the sky was like the drums of war between the two armies, and the rumbling sound kept shaking everyone's eardrums.

Mr. Tingchao walked towards Meijiu step by step. With every step he took, Meijiu felt the pressure on him become heavier.

At this time, the Yunyang army led by Fang Shisan just arrived at the border of Western Qin. Huang Yan, who was lying on the food and grass to rest, suddenly turned over and sat up, staring blankly into the distance. The collision of these two forces was like a high-explosive bomb exploding in the center of Western Qin. Not only Huang Yan, but also Lid, Merlin, Anna, Xiaobai, Shiyuan and others who were still in Western Qin all looked in the direction of Tingchao and Meijiu at the same time. This was probably the most top-notch contest in human history.

The mighty residual power washed over the land. Meijiu raised one of her spider legs and blocked Mr. Tingchao's sword.

She had many limbs, two of which held up the wave of sword energy, and she used the spider leg that had pierced Shi Yuan's chest to block Mr. Tingchao's sword. Mr. Tingchao said nothing, but Mei Jiu smiled and said:

"Thank me, Tingchao. If you were a human, this sword would be enough to shatter you to pieces."

After being compressed to the extreme, the two forces exploded. Both Meijiu and Tingchao were shocked and retreated a few steps. There was no life around them, and even the hard ground beneath their feet began to crack.

Mr. Tingchao shook the sword in his hand and did not respond to Meijiu's words.

Mei Jiu was right. No matter Qing Yun or Jia Er Bo De, they both ended up being crushed to pieces after using their strongest swords. In the face of such a force, the human body was too fragile. However, even though Mr. Ting Chao's sword fell like a huge wave, he still stood here intact. The reason was that he also absorbed the blood soul on the day of awakening. Judging from his body structure, he was no longer human.

Of course, these people don't care.

Unlike Qingyun and Garberd, Mr. Tingchao has not focused on kendo in recent years. Whenever he was shackled by invisible shackles and could not make further progress in kendo, the warmth of his family would always relieve all his negative emotions. So Mr. Tingchao is very tolerant. He does not hate his human identity, nor is he particularly proud of his human identity.

In his view, the Tao makes no difference to all things.

The world is big, but nothing is bigger than one's wife and daughter. When Miss Kanhua was alive, Tingchao could give up everything for her; now that Miss Kanhua is gone, Tingchao seems to be more unrestrained than before. Not to mention the inhuman monster, even if he was turned into a green-faced and fanged evil ghost and left a bad reputation for eternity, as long as he could drag the false god in front of him into hell, he would do it without hesitation.

What is fame?

What does identity count for?

What is the value of benevolence, righteousness and morality?

The sun rises and the moon sets, the tides rise and fall, the sea remains the same, the sky is the same as yesterday.

Meijiu's spider legs pierced the ground, and her upper body limbs stretched out towards Tingchao. The two were dozens of meters apart, but her hands seemed to press Tingchao's head and crush him into dust. Mr. Tingchao exhaled lightly, and thrust out another sword, and the mighty sword energy set off a fierce counterattack.

If the opponent is a master of the same level as a human, the one with the advantage in speed will most likely have an advantage, because humans are just flesh and blood, and rarely cannot break through the defense. Fast speed gives you room to dodge and move, and even if you have to exchange injuries for injuries, you can avoid the vital points. Mr. Tingchao was very good at the word "fast" when he used his sword in his early years. His violent attacks often made the opponent unable to hide, as if he was surrounded by thousands of arrows.

But today he drew his sword slowly and steadily, because he knew very well that although Meijiu looked half human and half spider, even her upper body was not real flesh and blood. Her skin, as beautiful as mutton-fat jade, was probably harder than mutton-fat jade. When the two men fought just now, Mr. Tingchao was cut by the turbulent air currents in the air, leaving several wounds on his body, while Meijiu's fair skin was intact.

Just this one sword can reveal the difference in power between the two sides.

Meijiu is a newly promoted god after all. He has the thousand-year-old foundation of the Abyss Church and he soared to the sky with the help of the ancient and mysterious promotion ceremony of the old gods.

If this was a fight in the ring, Tingchao would have surrendered after this strike. But this was a fight to the death, and it would only end when one of them was completely defeated!

The sword in Tingchao's hand was sharp, and the storm was gathering around him. The pressure brought by Meijiu was extremely heavy, and Tingchao's sword energy collided with that force, just like waves crashing against solid rocks. Mr. Tingchao's two feet were embedded in the ground, his knuckles were cracked, and blood was flowing. This force was far from stopping, and it carried a trace of unpredictable power, as if it was going to completely crush Mr. Tingchao.

Mr. Tingchao gasped for air, and his daughter's sensible smile suddenly appeared in his mind, and his heart ached. This was not the scene she wanted to see.

In the eyes of children, parents are always omnipotent. When the girl saw Hua piercing her neck with the hairpin, she must have been thinking, "As long as my father can hold the sword again, even the most difficult situation can be resolved in an instant," right?

Mr. Tingchao clenched the sword in his hand tightly, and regardless of the overload on his body, he used his sword energy to push back Meijiu's force.

Meijiu's smile widened, and her eyes focused on Mr. Tingchao's hand, which was already covered in blood. When he lowered his sword, blood dripped down the sword to the ground.

52. Borrow a hell

"I still can't hold on......"

Meijiu's tone was very calm, not sarcastic, but just like before, it carried with it a natural sense of superiority from a superior:

"That's right. In the final analysis, you, like Changye, 44, Ying and the others, are just the byproducts of failed evolution. Even if you have a body different from humans, how strong can you be? The level of the middle six tribes is almost the limit. What a pity, I thought..."

Before Meijiu finished speaking, Mr. Tingchao's sword energy surged again, and a bolt of lightning struck between Tingchao and Meijiu, and heavy rain followed. It hadn't rained in Xiqin for a long time.

Ever since the Immaculate Tree rose from the ground and blocked out the sun, all the vitality of Xi Qin was plundered by Mei Jiu and others. What was left was dry grass and cracked ground. This rain washed Xi Qin and brought a little vitality to this once number one territory in the world.

Mr. Tingchao exhaled a breath, and his half-white long hair was wet by the rain.

He used to be calm and composed, but now he looked quite downcast. But his eyes were still as sharp as lightning. Mei Jiu smiled and said:

"You have invited the heavenly tribulation. Do you want to reach the eleventh level? Or do you want to learn from the one who died in the capital and challenge your own limits?"

A bolt of lightning happened to strike Meijiu, and Meijiu raised her hand and casually knocked away the blazing lightning. There were arcs of electricity wrapped around her limbs, but she didn't seem to have suffered any obvious injuries, which showed the strength of the upper three tribes.

Meijiu said calmly:

"No matter which one it is, it's impossible, Tingchao. The national defense formation limits my power and will also block you at this threshold." Mr. Tingchao did not answer.

Of course he knew this, but he needed to make himself stronger. Even if he couldn't cross this threshold, he had to get infinitely close to it. He wanted to make himself reach the true tenth level of perfection, just a hair's breadth away from breaking through. It was like dancing on the edge of a knife. If he took a step forward, he would be wiped out, and if he took a step back, he would die.

Feeling the changes in the sword energy around her, Meijiu finally put away her smile. After her promotion, she no longer took humans seriously, just like all the other three tribes, but she was also very clear that the gap between the various races in the national defense formation had been greatly narrowed. Mr. Tingchao was almost perfect in the way of the sword, and now he had raised his strength to the extreme, and Meijiu also seemed a little more serious.

Of course, this kind of seriousness cannot be called solemnity. She was just observing Mr. Tingchao.

Mr. Tingchao took a step forward. This time, he did not continue to suppress Meijiu's actions with the sword energy like a huge wave. Instead, he tried his best to restrain the sword energy in himself, and then rushed straight towards Meijiu. The long sword chopped on Meijiu's sharp spider legs, making a sharp whistling sound. Meijiu felt the power on the spider legs lighten, and then immediately realized that this sword was just a feint.

When they just fought, Mr. Tingchao had already reached the conclusion.

Meijiu is half human, half spider, and the spider part is much stronger than the human part.

This is actually very simple. Meijiu's evolution was originally intended to integrate the power of Kungu and the Old Gods. The spider form is indeed the manifestation of Kungu's power, but the human part lacks wings and auras. It is obvious that the power of the Old Gods has not been fully manifested. This makes Meijiu's upper body unable to reach the physical strength of the upper three tribes. After understanding this, Tingchao no longer used the sword to hit Meijiu's sharp spider legs, but stabbed Meijiu's chest with a sword.

This sword did not have many variables, but it reached Meijiu in an instant.

Meijiu did not dodge, she turned her hand and slapped Tingchao's arm holding the sword.

After completing the evolution, Meijiu's body was not as exaggerated as that of the giants, but her height, combined with her human and spider forms, was about 3 meters. Even if we only look at her upper body, which basically maintained the human form, the length of her limbs was much longer than Tingchao's, so when Tingchao's sword pierced her, she would also break Tingchao's forearm.

Tingchao didn't care.

Condensing the vast sword energy on the sword in hand was an act close to seeking death, just like trying to put the vast ocean into a small swimming pool. Tingchao could feel that even though his body was already inhuman, it was slowly disintegrating at this moment, but the speed was relatively slow, not as severe as Qingyun or Garberd, who were crushed to pieces as soon as the sword was struck.

The sword pierced Meijiu's chest accurately. The tip of the sword sank into the flesh, but could not advance an inch near the heart.

The next moment, Tingchao's right arm broke into two pieces, and the whole person flew to the side more than ten meters away. When he landed, he immediately stabilized his balance and jumped to the side. As he jumped away, the air seemed to be suddenly compressed, and a huge pit appeared on the ground where he fell just now, and everything in that space disappeared.

Meijiu put down her hand, her expression slightly cold.

Pale golden blood flowed from the wound on her chest, staining her originally holy and beautiful face like a sculpture. "It's over?"

Meijiu glanced at Tingchao, and in her eyes the winner was already decided.

The final swords of Qingyun and Gabriel were both swung in places where the national defense formation was ineffective.

That sword strike could be said to be the pinnacle of their martial arts, transforming their artistic conception into power. Of course, their bodies instantly collapsed because they could not withstand that kind of power. But now that the national defense formation was hanging over their heads, Tingchao had no way of swinging that fatal sword strike, not to mention that he was still a little short of reaching the pinnacle of his realm.

His sword art comes from the sea. If he is at the seaside, he can influence the ocean currents and form a more substantial force.

But now he only had artistic conception and sword energy, but lacked some real threat.

Of course, after experiencing many ups and downs and witnessing the death of his beloved daughter, Tingchao would not feel regretful about such a small matter.

He simply calmly switched the sword to his left hand, and once again took a stance, staring at the seemingly invincible god in front of him. Life is full of regrets, just like the waves of the sea. The way of heaven is like this, and human power cannot change it. Tingchao simply stopped suppressing the collapse of his body. He raised the sword above his head, and the lightning in the sky became more fierce; the rain hit his body, making his surroundings covered with a layer of white light.

The air seemed to freeze as the two people stared at each other, neither moving.

Then, Meijiu suddenly looked away without any warning. She looked at the land under her feet, and then looked south. It was in the south, in a dead forest, that Shiyuan, with a crazy smile, finally saw Lid.

Lid seemed to be waiting for her here. Just now, Lid cut his wrist in front of her, letting the blood and rain water seep into the ground under his feet. Then, an extremely huge magic circle suddenly lit up on the ground, so big that it could include the entire area where Meijiu and Tingchao were.

"What are you doing?"

Shi Yuan tilted her head and asked in confusion.

Lid smiled back at her and said gently:

"I'm asking the devil who lives underground if he would be willing to lend me hell."

Shi Yuan wanted to continue asking, but suddenly she lost her balance. The ground, broken by the loss of life, was collapsing, and a terrifying heat wave hit her face. Where the Immaculate Tree once stood, the largest lava eruption in history occurred.

All living and dead things within dozens of miles were melted by the high temperature in an instant. No one had ever seen hell, but the hell paintings drawn in the holy scrolls in the temple were far less exaggerated. Almost at the moment before the magma engulfed the place where he was standing, Mei Jiu jumped high and flexibly found a relatively safe place.

Tingchao did not move. He looked at the surging magma, feeling the heat waves burning everything, and the sword in his hand suddenly trembled.

He seemed to see the sea that he had been watching day and night.

A sea of ​​magma that devours the land, destroys everything, and is sometimes gentle and sometimes violent.

Tingchao released all his sword energy without hesitation, and the surging magma seemed to obey his command. At that moment, Meijiu finally frowned, and the aura of the superior also faded a little because of this action.

53. Made in the Abyss

Shi Yuan stared at the red ocean, her hair fluttering in the heat. Her gaze was far-reaching, but she quickly retracted her gaze and said to Lid: "This is really hell."

Although her tone seemed to carry a hint of regret, Lid could see that she didn't care about this land at all. Her eyes were filled with indifference to the world, and she no longer cared about what the world would become.

Lid's eyes followed that charming face down to her chest. The white skin and deep ravines could not stop Lid's eyes. Lid looked at the ruby ​​embedded in her chest, smiled, and said:

"It's okay. Compared with what you guys did, this is just a small fight." If he was chatting with the previous Shi Yuan, Reed would not use the word "you guys".

But now Lid spoke very calmly, and Shi Yuan could naturally hear the difference. She did not lose her past memories, but her former personality was washed away. Judging from her behavior of chasing Lid all the way, she is no longer the girl who gave her blood soul to her lover with a farewell kiss and then faced her fate alone, but a cruel and crazy killer.

Shi Yuan's hand stroked the red stone on her chest, and her every frown and smile was filled with indescribable charm. The old Shi Yuan was dead, and at this moment she looked very much like the young Mei Jiu, both in appearance and temperament.

She said to Reed:

"Don't you think this is how the world should be? Under the protection of the National Defense Formation, humans have created a false prosperity and have been complacent in their false civilization for a thousand years. Mother has only charged humans the price they deserve. We have both become livestock, so what is the difference between now and before?

Reed didn't answer. He just moved his wrist to signal Shiyuan that she could start.

Shi Yuan looked at Lid deeply. She had no emotions now. Most of her emotions as a human being disappeared when the sharp spider leg pierced her heart.

Finding Lid and killing Lid is the task that Meijiu gave to Shiyuan, and it is also the only idea guiding Shiyuan's actions at present.

A broken smile appeared on her face again, and the whites of her eyes gradually became eroded by black. Every finger on her hand was twisting strangely, as if each finger had its own consciousness.

Then, in less than half a breath, Shi Yuan closed the distance between the two people, and her right hand was less than two centimeters away from Lid's eyes. This was not her original ninth-level perfect strength, but the real tenth level.

There is no need to say much about the foundation of the Abyss Church. As the second-in-command after Meijiu, it is easy to imagine the resources that Shi Yuan can get. Talent, hard work, resources, and Kun Gu's favor have made her one of the strongest people in Yongtian Kingdom. The reason why she has not been promoted to the tenth level is that she does not want to expose herself to the last heavenly tribulation.

But things are different now, the heavenly tribulation is originally a test and gift from the gods to mankind, but the old gods mixed their own agenda in it, causing the masters of mankind to be transformed unknowingly during the tribulation, thus further locking the upper limit of what mankind can reach.

But now Meijiu herself is a god. She grants Shi Yuan the power to not have to endure the heavenly calamity, and uses her own blood to help her advance to the tenth level.

That's right, when the spider's leg pierced Shi Yuan's heart, Shi Yuan felt something cold flowing through her body. It was Mei Jiu's blood. The blood from the upper three tribes destroyed Shi Yuan's old personality and washed away the mark that Lid had carved deep in her mind. At the same time, Mei Jiu's blood also gave Shi Yuan, whose heart was pierced, a new life and pulled her up to the tenth level.

This is also the reason why Meijiu dared to let Shiyuan hunt down Lide.

The current Shi Yuan can no longer be considered a pure human being. Considering that the old gods cannot reproduce offspring, it is not quite appropriate to call her a "demigod"; but now some blood of the upper three tribes does flow in her body, which makes her far more powerful than ordinary humans and a very qualified killer.

Unfortunately, for Lid, who is also at the tenth level, this speed is still not fast enough -

Seeing that Shi Yuan's hand seemed to be about to pierce his head, Lid didn't even blink. He turned his head to avoid Shi Yuan's stab, took a step forward, grabbed Shi Yuan's arm with one hand, pressed her shoulder with the other, and threw her out directly.

Shi Yuan fell to the ground after being thrown out, and rolled three times before coming to a stop. The already fragile ground could not withstand such a heavy force, and a large amount of dust was immediately shaken up.

In the blur, Shi Yuan's eyes seemed to be a little confused for a moment, but it was soon replaced by a more crazy killing intent. She turned over but did not stand up. She got on all fours, tensed her body like a spider, looking for the next opportunity to attack.

At this moment, she suddenly heard Lid say:

"You've become ugly, Shi Yuan."

These words struck Shi Yuan like a bolt of lightning. She might not care about her appearance now, but her sense of superiority and self-esteem was stronger than ever. The understated disparagement from humans... or perhaps from her "ex-boyfriend" made her use her ten fingers to exert force, and with a wave of her arm, she dispersed the overwhelming dust, and then showed great explosive power, closing the distance between the two again.

She launched a fierce attack on Reed, forcing Reed to retreat dozens of steps.

But within dozens of steps, Shi Yuan's attacks did not effectively hit Lid, and Lid blocked almost all of them. After dozens of steps, Lid stopped, took the initiative to seize her weakness, and slammed his knee into her abdomen. At the moment when her body curled up, he mercilessly gave her fair neck a heavy elbow strike.

Because she had received Meijiu's blood, she was now like Meijiu, and her physical strength was completely different from that of ordinary humans. What was fatal to humans was nothing to her. After a brief moment of unconsciousness, Shi Yuan distanced herself again and swallowed the blood that was pouring into her mouth.